Lyrics

There's a calm from the sun 'round here Bouncing off your white t-shirt Spend some thoughtless months Taken-for-granted years Come here to find some comfort Sitting on an endless list Of reasons that I have to convince you To come around I think you'd like Something You know I still feel you in the worst way Guess I'll just see you next Sunday I am good for the long talks The sounding board you get When you just want a mirror Just want some confirmation Get outta your head But I have photographic proof Of the kinda looks I get from you If you come around I think you'd want Something You know I still feel you in the worst way Guess I'll just see you next Sunday